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Thick fog enveloped the ancient cobblestone streets as Inspector Hale slowly approached the looming Victorian mansion at midnight. A trembling butler swung open the massive oak door, his pale face illuminated by the flickering gaslight outside. "Inspector, thank God you've come; Sir Reginald lies dead in the library, blood pooling on Persian rugs." Hale nodded grimly and stepped inside, his boots echoing through the shadowed marble-floored grand foyer entrance. Crystal chandeliers cast eerie shadows as he followed the butler down the dimly lit corridor to the crime scene. The library door creaked open, revealing the aristocrat slumped over his mahogany desk, lifeless eyes staring blankly ahead. A single gunshot wound marred his temple, and the air hung heavy with the sharp scent of cordite smoke. Bookshelves towered around the body, their volumes undisturbed except for one fallen volume on the bloodstained floorboards. Hale scanned the room quickly, noting the French windows ajar and rain pattering on the terrace beyond them. Five suspects gathered nervously in the adjoining drawing room, their faces masks of feigned shock and hidden guilt.